Pit Stop
Shivani Mehta
Some of you may know me from the AT because I am on there. I have commented on many of your guys' FF but I have never written my own. I decided to write this OS. Never have I ever written anything like this. I have used hindi in this... and mine's not that great. Also I don't know how to spell many hindi things so excuse that. I hope you guys enjoy this OS. It's my first one. Let me know in the comments what you guys think. Enjoy reading.
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I don't know whether what I did last night could be a justified act or could be considered a moral act, but what I do know was that it was a needed act.
Moments before Abhishek Prem Mehra came back home from the pub, wasted, I had made a promise, a promise to the woman who raised my Suniye and a promise to the ONLY woman, actually, ONLY human, in the Mehra mansion that held a relationship with Abhishek for all the RIGHT reasons. Why only her out of the whole family? They were all backstabbers, every single one of them... with the exception of Dasi, Tauji, Robin, and of course the nave Bunty aur Bubbly'.
From day one, Taiji was always on Akash's ass trying to get him to become like Abhishek, or should I say Abhishek the rock star. Not because my Suniye was talented, hard working, and had earned the respect from the industry and the love from his fans, but because she was a greedy woman, or as I had called her in my drunken state, a luchi aurat'! Anytime she wanted money she would sugar coat every word she uttered to Abhishek to get what she wanted.
Mithali bhabi, oh this woman, she was an interesting character. Like her mother-in-law, she was always behind the money. She never really nagged Abhi, but she practically tortured the sweetest and most humble man in this house, Raj, her husband. Neither did she get money, nor did she get love. Soon, she didn't even get Raj. Why? She sent him to jail. She was a fraud. She was a kaminey aurat'.
Now, for the prime suspects of this horrid case, let's start with family, blood, Aliyah Mehra, the rock star's princess and the self proclaimed bhen'. This girl was disgusting. She wanted to rob her brother of everything. He had taken away the love' of her life. Honestly, Purab was her zid'. She was a backstabbing b*itch. From day one (after I became a part of my Suniye's life), she, 24/7 bossed him around and involved him in her plans, oh those dreaded plans. She was a mastermind but her plans always failed. There was a huge misunderstand, but that's not important. What is important is the fact that this girl just can't get over the fact that Purab can't be hers and one of the reasons is her brother. Her brother tried to help her but she wants to destroy him. She wants to have all his money and property under her so that he becomes a nobody. But, I can't let that happened, so I took it all before she could, but obviously with the right intentions.
Lastly, there is Tanu. Neither is she blood, nor family. And I am not going to let her become family. She claims to love him, Abhishek Prem Mehra, that is. But in reality she doesn't even love Abhi the rock star. She would happily cling on to the rock star because with the rock star comes fame and money. But with Mr. Prem Mehra comes emotional baggage, a real and normal human being, someone who is far removed from the person he is when he is with his fans or when he is setting the stage on fire. She doesn't want that. That is simply being a gold digger. But this chuddail has crossed all limits. She is a shame to the female race. She got pregnant with a man, that I have yet to figure out, but she claims that he has impregnated her. By saying this, I am getting separated from my love, but more importantly, he is getting separated from his Dadi, his everything. He is being looked down upon when in reality he is one of the sweetest man I have ever come across.
In order for me to rescue my nave and gullible husband, I came back to the Mehra Mansion, post-accident, as the NayiPragya. This was a Pragya no one would have imagined in seven births to exist. This Pragya was bold, even more stubborn, still selfless but selfish in other's eyes, arrogant, and she was like a dictator. But I had to be this way to get the job done. If I came back as the old Pragya, no one would believe me or listen to me. They would think I was only here for the lavish life that the Mehra Mansion had to offer. But, NO! I was here for my Abhishek. I was here to protect him from the demons. I was here to be his knight'ess in shining armor just like I was there during his friendship day concert. Except my armor wasn't shiny or metal, it was my pretty, delicate, pink dupatta.
The reaction I got didn't surprise me. People were shocked, especially the demons of this family. Guests at Abhishek and Tanushree's mehndi, especially the men, would look me from head to toe. I was bold and beautiful. But none of these reactions mattered, what mattered was what Abhishek thought. He loved the new look. He said something's that made me feel hot in some special places... I would rather not share what he said... these are bedroom secrets. But it didn't last to long. His admiration for this new bold Pragya turned to "hate" within minutes. I was perhaps too bold and too different from his Fuggy. I was still Fuggy, his Fuggy. But, I HAD to put up this charade in order to fool his loved ones.
By day two, the night he came back drunk, we were both were on the verge of being broken beyond repair. He couldn't handle the fact that his Fuggy was there but she wasn't really there. I couldn't handle the fact that he loved Fuggy so endearingly, yet hated me, still his Fuggy"just with a mask on, so brutally. But, somehow we ended up being the ones who mended the pieces back together for each other.
~~FLASHBACK~~
Moments before Abhishek Prem Mehra came back home from the pub, wasted, I had made a promise, a promise to the woman who raised my Suniye and a promise to the woman, actually human, in the Mehra mansion that held a relationship with Abhishek for all the RIGHT reasons.
I was finding it unbearable to see so much hate in the eyes of the one I loved. It had taken numerable misunderstanding, infinite fights, and companionship during one of the hardest times (kidnap) to finally be able to say I Love You' to each other. It was a long and bumpy journey. Sometimes the roughness in the path and the holes on the road were so deep that it felt impossible to recover. But we did. We had made it. Our hearts had become one. I wasn't so sure if I was willing to give up what we had finally conquered just to get rid of the demons in the house. I wanted to find alternate ways. But Dadi, she set me on this path. And I had promised her that I wouldn't take one step, left or right, till I reached my destination. I was supposed to move straight and keep up this charade, weather I was with the demons, in public, or in the privacy of our bedroom. I had began to waver and it was only day two. Dadi made me promise her again.
But I broke the promise. I knew that I wouldn't be strong enough to go till the end of the road if I didn't have Abhishek by me. I didn't need him the whole way but I needed him at the pit stop. The pit spot came rather quick.
After slurring, falling, slipping, crying, and yelling, Abhishek had settled down at the chair near the vanity. He was hiding something from me. He didn't want to show the NayiPragya. It seemed useless so I looked away. But than he said, "Hey Fuggy!" He wasn't slurring anymore. The Fuggy he was talking to was my chashma. He looked so adorable when he was talking to my chashma. I felt our love rekindling as he expressed his love for me and his hate for my charade to my chashma. It felt like he was home and I was desperate to be home. I was beginning to feel home sick.
It was a fight between my heart and my mind. *Pragya you can't do this. By doing this you are going against Dadi and breaking her promise. You are wavering. And a drunken rock star is a khuli tijori. You can't take advantage of him. He won't remember anything tomorrow* My heart sounded much more convincing, *Pragya what you are doing isn't wrong at all. First of all, yes, you are breaking Dadi's promise but how exactly will she get to know about this. The door is locked. She is sleeping. Your husband is pissed drunk. And you are way too sober. You won't tell. He won't remember. She won't know. And when it comes to your VERY expensive khuli tijori, you aren't taking advantage. You are helping him by giving him what he wants, which is the real you, his Fuggy. And you are helping yourself too. Remember how he once told you that he likes to listen to loud and fast music when he is working out because it helps him. Think of it like that. You are at a gas station. You need refueling in order to reach home and home is where your Suniye is* My heart was right. I needed to reach home fast. This would just act as my booster. OK. Heart it is.
While he was still busy indulging himself with small talk with my chashma, AKA Fuggy, I quickly went into the closet. I was looking for my favorite PJ, the one I wore on our second night together and many more nights, which followed. It was baby pink, soft, cotton, and smelled like Suniye. The last time I wore it, his head was on it. After rummaging through my chatris, I finally found it. I quickly changed and went outside. While he was talking to Fuggy, I sneaked up behind him. After reaching the vanity and after contemplating my actions, I finally reached out for my chashma.
A: Eyyy... don't touch my Fu... {He turned his head around to my direction and to say the least he was shocked}
P: Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Kabse mere chashma ko dhund rahi hoo. Aap bhi nah, sharab pina band ki jiye. {I wore my glasses and looked at him. I was just acting irritated, but I was so happy in this moment.}
A: {He stood up and stared at me for some time.} Fuggy? {He touched my face.} Fuggy?!
P: Kya Fuggy Fuggy. Meine apko kahan tha na wo din ke ab mera nam Fuggy nahi hain {I said exasperated} Aap ne kya naam choose kiya tha... Haa... Raziya. Who tho bilkul mujhe pasand nahi hain.
During my short rant, he just kept staring at me. He was shocked out of his mind. But he was also drunk out of his mind. But when it comes to Fuggy, he could sober up within seconds.
A: FUGGY!!! I don't care thum kya soch thi ho ya feel kar thi ho, tum meri Fuggy thi, meri Fuggy ho, aur hamesha meri Fuggy raho gi. Samjhi...
I scowled at him. But my heart was doing summersaults. So many summersaults that my heart felt like it finished the entire Circus De Soleil tour within seconds.
P: Kya? Aap meri bath nahi manege. Ab me apke sath bath nahi karungi. {I turned on me heels and went and sat on the bed. I could see him smirking. I could also see him coming towards me. I was nervous but excited to see how he would manofy me.}
A: {My Fuggy was angry with me. She looked even cuter but it had been way to long since I had been with her and I wasn't going to fight with her. Not today. We have a whole lifetime to aimlessly fight but not today. Bye bye ego. Hello Baby.} Tum mujse naraz ho? {She nodded but didn't look at me. I knelt down closer to her so I could see her beautiful face.} Ok baba, I am sorry. Mujhe maaf kardo Fuggy. {She still wasn't ready to forgive me. Now that we had confessed our love, this step was ok to take.} Mujhe maaf nahi karungi? {She nodded a no} Abh bhi nahi {I held her hand but she snatched it away from me. I touched her face and moved her hair back. My fingers were dancing on her pulsing nerve on her neck. She tried to nudge me away but I didn't allow it. Neither did I ask her for forgiveness again. I just pushed her on to the bed and layed on top of her} Ab bhi nahi? {She nodded a no and looked away. I couldn't waste my time anymore. I nuzzled her neck. She pushed me of and got up and side fine. I am your Fuggy and you are my Suniye. Khush? I was very happy. I walked up to her and hugged her from the back.} Baby I missed you so much. {She turned and looked at me and caressed my face. She started forming tears but I was quick to kiss them away before they fell.}
Abhi maneuvered the both of them back to the bed. This time Abhi's back was resting on the headboard and Pragya was sitting on Abhi's lap. She looked at him for a long time. Herhand caressed his cheeks. Than her delicate fingers played with his stubble. Abhi's muscled hands were firmly closed around Pragya's waist. He didn't want to lose her this time. He kept on starring at her face, which looked even more beautiful than the last time. Her fingers continued roaming around, while one finger got really close to Abhi's mouth. He was about to bite her finger but she pulled it away. She began to giggle and Abhi's heart began its own round of summersaults. It was the small things that really mattered. Her smile. Her cute laugh. Her temper. Her love.
Pragya was just about to put her head on Abhi's chest. She was so lost in Suniye-Fuggy time that she forgot that she would have to wake up early tomorrow and go back to being NayiPragya. But she still wanted to spend time with him. So she moved of his lap. He was about to protest when she told him to sleep in her lap. He didn't protest any further because she knew that he loved that. Just like she found comfort in this big muscular guys arm, he found comfort in his dhai kilo ka hath' wali Fuggy. She was his knight'ess in shining armor. They continued talking till the wee hours of the morning. Fortunately, Abhi fell asleep just a few hours before wake-up time, 6:55 AM sharp, 7:00 AM for Tanu. She wished she could also sleep with him but she couldn't. She still had a charade to uphold and to fit the part she had to look the part. She quickly got up and began getting changed. She felt very boosted and motivated to finally reach home. There was still time but this pit stop was a savior. Abhi was a savior. Just like Fuggy was his savior.
~~FLASHBACK ENDS~~
Their night together wasn't necessarily romantic and it didn't have to be. They were Fuggy and Suniye. The little eye locks and the small gestures were grand enough to fill the air with love. NayiPragya was happy and was boosted. But she also knew that Abhi would wake up with Fuggy on his lips. He had sobered up quiet a bit as the night went on, and in order to not blow her cover, it was necessary to be the NayiPragya he despised.
P: Uttoh! {She shook him. He didn't move.}
A: {Why is Fuggy yelling so loudly in the morning. Urgg... is it that time of the month.} Fuggy soney do na.
P: {She shook him even harder this time. It wasn't working. She went into the closet. The other day she had bought a loudspeaker phone because she knew it would come in handy. She didn't think she would use it on Abhi but she couldn't blow her cover.} ABHI KE ABHI UTTIYE VARNA PHIRSE PANI DALUGI AAP PAR!!}
A: *OMG! What is happening? What is this noise? It's so f*cking loud? Oh lord... is that B*tch back. Wait wasn't Fuggy with me the whole night? Omg what is happening? Omg! Stop the noise!!* {I woke up. But the sight in front of me made me want to gag. It wasn't my Fuggy with her chashma and soft chatri. It was the b*tch with a tacky sari and beads hanging of it.} What do you want from me? Go away!
P: Excuse me Mr. Abhishek Prem Mehra. Apko 6:55 ko utna tha aur ab 6:56 ho chukka hai. Waise bhi aap rath ko bohoth nashe me the. Aap tho sidhe ake so hi gayethe. Apke 8 hours of sleep ho gaya. Utho. Take a shower. Aaj ham dono apke concert ke venue pe jah rahe hein. {I tried to be as authoritative as possible and I am pretty sure I didn't blow my cover.}
A: Ja raha hoon. Tumhara mahoos face dekhne se acha hai ke mein mera handsome face ko stare karoo bathroom mein. {I got up from the bed as fast as possible. I need to get away from her. Fuggy was definitely not here. But it felt so real. Whatever... my dreams are becoming even more and more realistic because she is becoming an even greater illusion.
P: {Thank god he is gone. Thank god he doesn't remember anything. Now I have nothing to worry about. I got my dose of Fuggy-Suniye time. Now time to take care of the demons of the Mehra Mansion.} Jaldi se shower lijiye. Aap ka face itna bhi handsome nahi hein.
A: Tumhara face se tho acha hein... Fuggy wannabe.
THE END
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